Chapter 830 He really wanted to try it
“Song Chunxue…”
“Don’t call my name,” Song Chunxue stood up. “I heard what you said. If there’s nothing else, please leave, Master.”
"The fourth son's wife is about to finish her postpartum confinement, it's been over forty days. When is the day for the full-month celebration? Don't you, as her grandmother, care?" The monk stood up. "Is Lord Xie more important than your own child?"
Oh!
That's really meddling in other people's business.
Song Chunxue sensed Wuyou's annoyance and casually took him out of her storage ring.
She looked at the monk with a half-smile, "Do you really want to meddle in other people's business?"
"..." The monk saw the short knife in her hand and recognized it as the legendary meteorite iron divine sword.
“It was my fault for using the wrong words, but what would happen to the children if something happened to you? I…” He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly, “After returning to the capital, I will no longer concern myself with the past, but you can still take care of them from time to time… I hope you live a peaceful and smooth life.”
"If you don't leave, let's have a fight. If you're so good at beating me, maybe I'll consider listening to you." Her smile deepened, and the anger in her eyes intensified.
Worry-free is eager to try and is ready to go.
Watching her movements, Huineng felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had fallen into water and was feeling suffocated.
"No need, the message has been delivered. Please make yourself at home." With that, he turned pale and quickly walked out.
Song Chunxue took a deep breath, her arms trembling slightly from exerting too much force.
Clang!
Suddenly, the person at the door tripped over the windproof curtain and fell heavily to the ground.
"hiss……"
The monk gasped, then collapsed onto the threshold and fainted.
In an instant, Song Chunxue was so angry that she wanted to kick the person out.
She walked over, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the person at the door. "Get up. Don't stay here. If you don't have any money, I'll have someone take you to an inn."
But judging from his appearance, how could he possibly be a monk without money?
The person lying on the ground remained motionless.
A self-inflicted injury ruse?
How ridiculous! What kind of relationship do they have that they would use a self-inflicted injury scheme on her? They think too highly of themselves.
"Oh my god, good heavens! Is he vomiting blood?"
Zhao Xiao'e, standing outside the door, exclaimed, "This is bad luck! I hope you don't die here!"
Song Chunxue frowned and quickly lifted the curtain to look down.
There really was a pool of dark red blood outside the threshold, a horrifying sight.
She raised her hand and touched the monk's forehead; it was very hot.
Try it on your fingers; they're icy cold to the bone.
Why are you coming to find her when things are already like this, instead of going where you should be?
Could it be that he was about to die and that's why he came to stop her, so that the children wouldn't be left without a father and mother?
His Buddhist heart is unstable, yet he's still running around outside. I really don't know what he's after.
Song Chunxue turned the man over and said to Old Xu, "Come and lend a hand, help him to an empty room. Sister Zhao, please start a fire, just in case he really dies."
We were husband and wife once, we can't just stand by and watch someone die.
Even though she was a little angry that he had used a self-inflicted injury to plead with her, she really couldn't take it too seriously at this point.
But she didn't want to call a doctor for him; boiling a bucket of water in winter was too much trouble, and it would be cold by now.
She stood at the door for a moment, pondering, before going out to find a doctor.
After all that fuss, she didn't boil a few more buckets of hot water until evening, then washed herself from head to toe and sat by the fire to dry her hair.
After not washing for a month, it feels like I've scrubbed off a layer of skin, or taken off a piece of clothing.
After changing into clean clothes, I became much more sensitive to the texture of the fabric.
Thinking of the spells she had learned before, which she wasn't very familiar with, she took out her notebook, carefully checked them over, dried her hair, and went to the kitchen.
The potato jelly isn't ready yet.
As soon as she stepped into the house, Zhao Xiao'e quickly came over and whispered, "What's that monk's background? Do you know him?"
"I know him, but we're not very close. Why?"
She rolled up her sleeves, picked up a rolling pin, and continued to mash the cooked potatoes. She liked the texture to be a little chewy. After mashing, she scalded the potatoes with potato starch to make dough balls, poured them into a porcelain basin, and mixed them evenly with the potatoes. This made a chewy and refreshing potato dough ball.
Zhao Xiao'e watched her light and nimble movements with some envy.
They were only a few years apart in age, but Song Chunxue was not only agile but also skilled in martial arts. She walked with her back straight, and if you didn't look at her face, she would look no different from a woman in her twenties.
"That person was muttering something, it sounded like a child, and it seemed like he was also calling out the Taoist priest's name," Zhao Xiao'e said in a low voice, thinking of the monk's appearance. "Could it be that you have some past romantic entanglements that are now coming to haunt you?"
"..."
"But that doesn't seem like it. If that were the case, why didn't he come sooner? You're already with Lord Xie. He's being too inconsiderate."
"..." She really doesn't treat her like an outsider.
"The doctor said he is seriously injured and poisoned, and needs to rest for a while. If Lord Xie finds out..."
“I will go to see Lord Xie tomorrow. If you don’t mind the trouble, please take care of him,” Song Chunxue said, taking out a silver ingot from her bosom. “If you need any help, you can go and call my second son over.”
"This..." Looking at the huge ingot of silver, Zhao Xiao'e was both surprised and delighted, and looked at Song Chunxue with fear, "Isn't this too much?"
“That’s an old friend of mine, I can’t just abandon him, but there’s a difference between men and women, and I can’t overstep my bounds. I’m going out tomorrow, so I’ll have to trouble you two to take good care of him.” Song Chunxue pressed her hand, “If he needs to buy medicine or anything, that will cost money, please accept it.”
Zhao Xiao'e hesitated, "Then... what if we can't save him?"
"That's his good fortune, and besides, I believe he won't get into any trouble."
At this point, Song Chunxue decided to go up the mountain and ask her senior brother to come over. If he really died, she wouldn't feel good either.
She quickly ladled herself a bowl of jiaotuan (a type of porridge), added some pickled vegetables and chili oil, poured on some fermented bean curd sauce, picked up some stir-fried cabbage, and hurriedly ate a bowl and a half before going up the mountain to find her senior brother.
Zhang Chengxuan was eating when he saw Song Chunxue and was somewhat surprised.
"Master, you washed your hair?" Changyun asked with a smile. "It looks so fluffy. I want to wash mine too. I haven't washed it for two months."
"Go take a shower, don't catch a cold."
Song Chunxue greeted the others and gestured for her senior brother to go outside to talk.
Master Zhang, holding his bowl and chopsticks, said, "You can't wait that long? You absolutely have to see him tonight? Actually, you could hold Xiaobai in your arms to warm the bed."
"Go!" Song Chunxue said irritably, "That monk... is the child's father. He's in the Xie residence now and looks like he's about to die. Come with me to take a look."
The Taoist priest paused, stopped eating, raised his eyebrows, and gave a complex assessment:
"You... tsk, that's pretty good. Which celestial official arranged this scenario for you? New love and old love, I'm quite curious about this feeling, and I really want to try it."
"You're making sarcastic remarks!"
Song Chunxue rubbed her hands together. If the person in front of her wasn't her senior brother, she would have wanted to pull his ear.
"You have a good eye for choosing! Why don't you experience what it's like to have five kids, one on the left and one on the right, nursing them?"
“Uh…” Master Zhang’s scalp tingled. “There’s really no need for that.”
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